Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1

Max Dorsey never imagined he’d wake up under a woman in a woman’s bed. Brielle snagged his collar and planted a wet kiss on his neck, ensuring she left a telling mark before releasing him.

“Morning, Uncle Max.”

After the greeting, she leaned in for a passionate good morning kiss on his lips.

Max’s hair was a tousled mess, his hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly, and he chuckled, his hand playfully squeezing her neck. “Brielle, you’re quite bold.”

Taking him for a ride, she certainly was bold.

His grip tightened.

Brielle’s face turned a deep shade of red as she flashed him a charming, breathless smile, “Life is too short, better make every moment count, right?”

Max paused, a frosty glint in his eyes as he let her go and reached for his clothes.

“Uncle Max, where are you off to now?”

pick out a plot for you in the cemetery. Do you prefer

looked away sheepishly, “You’re really

He was the

in his eyes. His wrist bones were tense, and

lips, “Is there also a coffin? It looks like you want to preserve my whole body. Should I say thank

I

audacious woman. A few specks of ruthlessness surged in his eyes. His

as breathtaking wouldn’t be an exaggeration, but she was vain, pretentious, and pompous, the type of woman he despised the

want to

are generous

beauty, rather a delicate and

laughed, the harshness in his eyes receding, but his grip on her grew firmer. He tormented her until she winced in pain, his other hand tracing

rosary bracelet against her skin made her tense up. He wasn’t flirting:

“Can’t Spencer satisfy you?”

Brielle’s

best friend, and now Brielle had returned the

What a delightful game!

assure you, there’s nothing untoward between your nephew